From Pisgah
On trails of tears and paths of sorrow,
Beneath storm cloud, or sunny sky,
“Tomorrow is the rainbow’s end,”
Has ever been my rally cry.
Down roads of disappointment
And highways of despair,
Looking for the dawning
When clouds obscured my guiding star.
But tomorrow is a phantom,
Always a dream away.
A pot of gold beyond my reach;
And yet I seek that brighter day.
So on this lofty mountaintop
Of here and now, I am.
I view my promised Canaan,
But may not enter in.
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005
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